"Want to hear a story about this beggar chicken?" Yang Wei asked softly while continuing to place dirt around the lotus leaves, making sure it's covered everywhere.
Elder Jing nodded her head slowly as she stopped questioning his action.
Yang Wei smiled and started speaking about a modified version of the original story.
A story about his past 7 years in the village before becoming a cultivator.
"It was during the time when a boy turned 12 years old, chopping down some woods while missing his parents. Although he was no longer sad about their departure, he still blamed himself for their death, and at the same time, he was all alone." Yang Wei said calmly but Elder Jing knew who the boy was.
However, she didn't interrupt him and allowed Yang Wei to continue telling the story.